Moving Out

When I was younger, my parents and I lived with my grandparents. I had lived the first few years of my life at my grandparents’ house so I had grown very close to my grandma and grandpa. When my parents told me we were moving out of their house, my heart broke into a million pieces. I remember hearing my parents talking about how excited they were to be moving out and it made me angry. How could they be excited? I sure wasn’t. 

I was going to miss my grandparents a lot and it made me depressed that my parents wereexcited. I asked them why they were excited to move said that it was because they needed their own space. Being young I didn’t understand this “grown up” talk. What more did they want? We had all the space we needed here! When we finally moved out the first night away from my grandparents was the worst. Sleeping alone, I cried myself to sleep. Since I was so used to sleeping with my grandparents, I wasn’t ready to sleep by myself. The move was a drastic change for me so I didn’t like it one bit.

I just remember not understanding why my parents wanted to move but now that I’m older I know why. I understand that “grown up” talk that I didn’t understand when I was little. Even though I’m technically not a “grown up” my mind has matured. I realized that my parents were probably tired of having to depend on my grandparents and they wanted to do things on their own and moving out would be the first step. Even though I hated not living with my grandma and grandpa I got used to it and I was happy.